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Arthur stared at the living cartoon, picked up his pencil with a shaking hand, and began to draw a steering wheel.

Arthur sat at his cluttered wooden desk, the glow of his desk lamp casting long, sharp shadows across a stack of Bristol board. He was a cartoonist for a dying local newspaper, known for his syndicated strip, The Daily Grump . His hands were perpetually stained with India ink, and his mind was usually preoccupied with meeting his midnight deadline. cartoonist

He blew on the wet ink to help it dry, resting his head on his arms for just a moment to close his eyes. Arthur stared at the living cartoon, picked up

He turned his head toward his inkwell. Standing right on the rim of the glass jar was Barnaby. He was three-dimensional, perfectly inked, and completely alive. The tiny mouse tipped his top hat toward Arthur, leaning casually on his drawn cane. His hands were perpetually stained with India ink,

Arthur blinked his eyes open. He looked down at the paper. The panel where he had drawn Barnaby was completely blank. "What on earth..." Arthur muttered, rubbing his eyes. Tap-tap-tap.